I don't remember a time when I didn't write. Presumably it was before I was old enough to pick up a pen and put letters together into a word. I still have the stories I started when I was 8 years old. Not that I'm ever going to do anything with them, but I can't make myself throw them away, either.
Why do I write? Might as well ask why I breathe, because the answer is the same: I don't know why, but I can't live without doing it. more...
